--Somewhere on the waters around Baymard--
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The waters were can and still, and the night was summer night was as glorious as ever.
A 46-year-old man stood on his chamber balcony and watched the starry sky silently.
Unlike the calm night sky, his mind was in turmoil.
He couldn't wait to unleash his anger at those ignorant fools that somehow managed to cause so much disorder in his world.
Knock knock knock.
"Master, it's Panjo."
"Enter." He responded loudly.
Soon, a man in an inky blue attire stepped in.
"How long before we arrive?"
"Master, it won't be long.
We should arrive sometime between 7~8 A.M.
Also, I've also relayed your message and informed everyone else about your orders.
All 12 ships will now stay here while we advance further.
And if we don't come back within three days at most, then the men will bring hell to this puny empire."
"Good.
You may retire for the night.
